Hi!
I finally found a bowl just like my mother's, which I broke when I was sixteen. This one seems a little more worn than hers, but it'll do as a prop.
When I set it up with the light above, I was thrilled at the way the light glowed golden through the bottom. I am fascinated with how the blue reflections illuminate the fabric beneath...downright ethereal!
As I prepare to paint this long-sought-after treasure, cherished memories well up inside.
Every Thanksgiving, that bowl sat proudly on the table, filled with creamy smooth mashed potatoes, a big chunk of butter stuck in the center. I loved to lean above it, watching the butter soften and sink into a golden pool.
The fondness I speak of has nothing to do with the food itself, but with the hands and heart that spent countless hours preparing it.
Is it any wonder that I love the color aqua?
I started the initial sketch on a 24x24" gallery-wrapped canvas. There will be a bird on the rim, an Eastern Bluebird, or a female cardinal I'm thinking.
The painting will tell the story of a mother's love for her child.
(More about the painting as it develops).
